Hello and welcome to he11puppets. This is a independent writing blog for an original character within the universe of Ha.zbin Hotel. This blog will have dark themes present, so I ask that you are at least 21+ before interacting. Rules can be found under the cut, and there are a few links present to help you about. Feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns!
AJ. She/her. 26. info. promo.
blogs: he11bambi. hellchorus. herarmor.
𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥?
My name's AJ! I love characters, love talking about them all the time. I love to read and write. I mostly read horror, and recently found it's actually a favorite genre of mine. I'm a nerd, a dork, hella shy, and would love to be your friend!
Highly private/selective. This is for my own sanity. I mostly made him to write with a few friends of mine, but If we follow each other then obviously I would love to write with you.
Heavy topics/dark themes. This blog will have heavy topics and dark themes, so please be aware of that before following. (examples: murder, torture, & demonic imagery) In general dark/heavy topics such as “dead dove: do not eat” do not bother me. Will there be some I wont engage in? Sure. However, I believe fiction to be fiction. As long as the person who is writing the content doesn’t condone any of it outside of writing. If stuff like this bothers you, please do not follow.
Nsft/smut. when it comes to nsft/smut, I won't be writing it. If only because I suck at writing it, and I don't want to torture you all with it. I'm definitely okay with writing the build up and sharing HCs for my muse. If we build a ship together, I am down to talk about this part of their relationship in DMs. If you reblog a nsft/smut meme, I'll probably send one in because I like to read other peoples' writing. I'm more than okay with my ship partners using the meme as a drabble/oneshot type deal, or if my partner just wants to write one up that's not from a meme for fun!
Please be kind and respectful! If there are any issues with me, please come to me in an appropriate manner. I don't bite, I promise. We all know we can't read each other's minds!
Drama. There will be NO drama on this blog. I don't tolerate in any form unless it's within a thread.
Controversial characters. Totally down to write with any type of character. I won't limit myself. If this bothers you, please do not follow.
Triggers. Due to the content of this show, and how well known the content is, I won’t be tagging certain things. There would be too many to keep up with. However, if you have a certain trigger(s), I will do my best to tag it. I'm only human, meaning I could forget sometimes. For triggers for myself, I don't really have any. However, I will NOT write with drunk muses. This does not need to be tagged for threads, but I would rather avoid drunk based threads for myself.
Formatting. If there is anything about my formatting for writing that bothers you, please feel free to message me. I'll be happy to change it for our threads.
OCs/Fandoms. Given this is an OC... I adore them. I just ask that you have an about page, or give me a brief summary of what they are all about. With fandoms, I'm really open to all even if i don't know it. If I think our muses can mesh well in any capacity, I will give you a follow back!
Be patient! I have a full time job and a few other blogs I hop on. I usually go with the flow, see what muse I have. I struggle with depression as well which is something I've been working on for many years. I've gotten most of it healed, but there will be days where I don't answer DMs for a bit. It's not that I'm ignoring you, but I could be fighting through some things.
OOC. I love to chat ooc. Through IMs or discord. Whatever works for you. Although, discord is only open to mutuals. Along with this, I can be bad about messaging people back. It’s not because I don’t care about you, or ignoring you. I’m just an awkward person. We can be friends for many years, and the only way I know to break the ice is to bring up threads/fandom things. Don’t take it in any negative light. I’m just, like I said, awkward.
Multis. When sending in a meme or liking/commenting for a starter, please specify a muse. Otherwise I will likely not answer/reply. It's stupid, but it gives me an odd sense of anxiety like I'll pick the wrong one. I rather you let me know which you would like to interact with.
Icons. I use icons, but that doesn't mean you have to do so! I'm fine with just paragraphs too!
Shipping. I am open to ships (you can come to me with this idea in mind, but realize this is NOT an automatic yes) However, just for my own organization, I will become ship exclusive with two of whatever character that is being shipped. I will write with those of the same muse, I just won't ship with them! Also know that the exclusivity doesn’t have to be returned. It’s just on my end!
"Have you figured out why you're a puppet after all this time?" Kshama asks, on the topic of hell and contrapasso. The serpent had only arrived in Hell maybe... a solid twenty years before her.
SHE WAS QUIET WHILE SHE READ OVER HER NOTES. HER elegant, though slightly messy, handwriting filled every available space on the pages of her journal. Pure white eyes follow her scribbles of her findings and thoughts on certain Sinner body types, the difficulty in making them puppets, and how she could go about it.
DESPITE THE FACT SHE WAS REVIEWING HER WORK, PUPPET WAS also listening to the serpent that accompanied her. Their conversation was quite pleasant and engaging: a sinner's appearance and what it might mean. It was something she had already came to a conclusion on that how they appear now was some sort of punishment. Some were obvious while others required a little more thought which was to say that one would have to get to know them first; her own could be categorized in the latter.
“ I BELIEVE SO, ” SHE STARTED AFTER A MOMENT, LIPS SPLITTING into a smile, “ First, I must commend you for being one of the first to notice my puppet like qualities. I do appear more ghoulish than puppet, but the attributes are still present, ” her eyes lifted from the pages, “ I have a ghoul-like appearance due to the fact of what I did to my test subjects when I was alive, and I only assume the puppet-like ones play into that as well. Those bodies were my puppets, and now I am a Hell puppet; a product of my own making. Have you come to a different conclusion? If so, I would love to hear your theory. ”
fifteen associations.
fill in the words you most associate with your character.
animal: crow
color: white and/or black
song: have you ever? by urban heat
plant: white lily
time of day: A misty 3am morning
smell: incense
season: mid winter
place: graveyard
candy: licorice
gemstone: onyx
astrological sign: virgo
fabric: satin
drink: green tea
vice: pride & sloth
virtue: diligence
Odette could not contain the small snort of amusement that escaped her. "My mother has no bearing on my activities outside of the office and working hours. What I decide to do with my free time is of my own volition, as it always has been." Perhaps that wasn't entirely true for, though Carmilla attempted to enforce as few restrictions on her daughters as possible to allow them to live as they could not in life, Odette knew well that her mother's anxiety grew if they did not at least give her warning should their arrivals home be unexpectedly delayed. It never rang as overbearing to Odette, for she grew much the same concerns whenever Carmilla was out longer than expected.
After all, it was so easy to lose family in Hell, regardless of the respect for her family.
Still, it did not escape her that Puppet's phrasing could easily mean her presence was undesired, and so she endeavored to remain quiet as she shifted closer and examined the work at hand around the other woman. It was bloodier than she preferred to deal with, but she could not deny that her work was remarkably orderly and clean. She hummed as she considered Puppet's inquiry. "Perhaps, though I cannot claim ever garnering interest in the inner workings of angels. Where did you get this specimen, and, more to my point for visiting, is your scalpel sufficient for satisfying your curiosity...the effects of my interruption excluded? Call it a...personal interest in the effectivity of your toolset."
SHE WAS IMPRESSED TO SAY THE LEAST. PUPPET ALWAYS FELT children needed to explore their own freedom, and of course their curiosities, in order to fully bloom. Then again, Puppet wasn’t a mother, probably never will be, and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that. It was a small thought, one she was sure to forget about in a few minutes, but one couldn’t say for certain. For now, she pulled her focus back into reality.
HER EYES FELL BACK DOWN TO THE ANGEL WITH A thoughtful look, “ Not everyone’s interests are the same, and if they were… how utterly boring this world would be, ” she shook her head, “ You’ll come to find that I’m not too picky in the types of tools I use, however, I must admit that the tools I received from your family are more than satisfactory. ” Puppet lifted her gaze to Odette where she found her stoic ghoulish features turned to delight.
THE OVERLORD BEGAN TO CLEAN HER HANDS OF THE GORE, “ I retrieved the body from the battlefield in front of that hotel. I managed to grab quite a few while everyone made themselves busy. I saw my chance and I took it; I couldn’t let them go to waste, ” Puppet discarded the cloth she cleaned her hands with, and took a seat on one of the chairs in the room, “ Is the reason for your visit truly to ask about the toolset? ”
This was probably mentioned in another post, but I’ll make another one that highlights it: this blog (and probably the rest of mine) plays with the idea that when sinners die in Hell, they become part of Hell or part of its landscape (unless of course they are redeemed). They leave one type of punishment for another where they are conscious yet not something like that. Unless, of course, Puppet picks up the bodies to make her puppets which are like Frankenstein’s monster / zombies.
A VISIT FROM HIS MAJESTY SHOULD MAKE HER A BETTER host, but she did not move from the operation table. Her white clawed hands were stained with blood and viscera when she pulled them from the body that laid upon it. She looked over her shoulders at Lucifer, studied The King as he observed her— both of them curious. Curiosity. It was what led her to do the ghastly things she did in life and in her afterlife. Hell, she couldn’t stop even when she was in a royal’s presence...
HE WAS A FALLEN ANGEL, WASN'T HE? A higher ANGEL? Would his body be different than the ones she had dissected after the battle at the hotel?
"What is it you're after? "
HIS VOICE BROUGHT HER BACK TO REALITY, AND SHE DROPPED her gaze to her hands with narrowed brows. Puppet had heard similar questions thrown her way, and she always answered them the same way, “ I don’t know, ” her methodical voice breached the silence, “ Nothing, I suppose, ” one of her bloody hands reached out to grab a cloth so she could start to clean her hands, “ I advocate for others to satisfy curiosities that the mind conjures. Why limit your knowledge when you can simply… find out. ”
THE SINNER FINALLY TURNED TO FACE LUCIFER WITH HER SOTIC features, “ I ask you something similar, your majesty, ” Puppet took a few long strides so that she was in better proximity to @morningful while she continued to clean her hands, “ To what do I owe the pleasure? ” Although it never gave her pause, she was certain her work would draw his attention at some point.